Don’t leave me,” he whispers.<br />“Oh, for crying out loud—no! I am not going to go!” I shout and it’s cathartic. There, I’ve said it. I am not leaving.<br />“Really?” His eyes widen.<br />“What can I do to make you understand I will not run? What can I say?”<br />He gazes at me, revealing his fear and anguish again. He swallows. “There is one thing you can do.”<br />“What?” I snap.<br />“Marry me,” he whispers.